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After the last Jellicle Ball Quaxo was looking at all the mated adult cats with their mates.

I wonder who I will mate with next year? he thought.

He looked up from the car hood that he was laying on.

No, no, no, no, none of these 'Queens To Be'. Oh well,no mater. He remembered the night before, 'It was during the Mating Dance.Victoria was doing it with Plato.' A tear fell from Quaxo's eye as he remembered that night.

"I which I could do the whole thing over, "he whispered.

Then out of a old pipe walked the tribe protector's daughter, Victoria. When she saw Quaxo laying on the hood she ran up to him and tapped him one the head.

"Come on! Play with me!" she said in a playful voice which was not normal for her.

"OK," Quaxo said leaping off the hood and chasing Victoria around the junkyard. Victoria and Quaxo were the same age, best friends, and the oldest of the kittens.

When Quaxo went back to his den he fell asleep with the same words going through his head,

'I which I could do it over again.'

He woke up the next morning when Victoria jumped on him just like the morning before the Ball.

"Again!?" he said.

"Again? What do you mean 'Again'?" Victoria said as she got off of him.

"What, what is today?" he said confused.

"Tomarow night is the Jellicle Ball," she answered.

Quaxo then realized that his wish had come true.

"Victoria," he began, "will you go with me to the Ball? Will you be my mate?"

With Victoria being shocked she managed out,

"Yes!!!!!!! Of corse I will!!!!!!!!"

She gave him a kiss,and skampered away to tell her mother and father.

Later that night Quaxo was walking through the junkyard when he heard voices coming from Victoria's tunnel.

"I can't wait till tomorrow night!!!" is what Quaxo heard.

"Me and Quaxo are doing the Invitation to the Jellicle Ball, and the Mating Dance in which I will become a queen," after that Quaxo knew it was Victoria's voice,

"I do so love him,but it feels like there is a part of him I don't know."

Then Quaxo heard another voice that belonged to Demeter,

"Well he is a wonderful tom," Quaxo couldn't help but laugh,

"Yes, he is wise, strong, protective, and will be a good mate for you," but that voice was Munkustrap's.

Tomorrow is the Jellicle Ball, Quaxo thought, And, I love her too, but Victoia is right, she dosn't know the Magical Mr.Mistoffolies.

What will happen next????? Tell me if you like it, then I will update it! Thanks!